My parents' marriage was very rocky. They were always arguing. When they split up when I was in my 20s my brother and I were both delighted because we knew they weren't good for each other.
Men go into marriage with virtually no expectations whatsoever. Ten years later the men are delightfully surprised to find out that it's actually kind of nice and the women have sort of had to take a nose dive from what they thought it was going to be.
I think of marriage as a garden. You have to tend to it. Respect it take care of it feed it. Make sure everyone is getting the right amount of um sunlight.
There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.
I really love idiot enlightened characters - these characters who fail to engage with the drama of their immediate circumstances they fail to be reactive and enrolled by drama as it happens around them.
A woman has two smiles that an angel might envy the smile that accepts a lover before words are uttered and the smile that lights on the first born babe and assures it of a mother's love.
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
Love is the delightful interval between meeting a beautiful girl and discovering that she looks like a haddock.
Love is a trap. When it appears we see only its light not its shadows.
I'm in trouble because I'm normal and slightly arrogant. A lot of people don't like themselves and I happen to be totally in love with myself.
Young love is a flame very pretty often very hot and fierce but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals deep-burning unquenchable.
True love comes quietly without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells get your ears checked.
I will love the light for it shows me the way yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.
Love is not consolation. It is light.
What light is to the eyes - what air is to the lungs - what love is to the heart liberty is to the soul of man.
Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.
When you're in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love or if it attributes them to her whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you from her or from the meeting of your sparks.